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Chapter 9
Lindsey lay on a gurney. She felt someone beside her. "Good," she heard a voice say as her eyes were pulled open and a bright light shone in her eyes.
"Now try to focus," the same voice said.
Lindsey felt a throbbing pain in her head and as she tried to sit up she was pushed back by two strong hands.
"No, you need to stay down."
Lindsey complied and turned her head to the side to see where the voice came from. Finally she was able to see the person who the voice belonged to.
"Hey," the woman said. "I'm Sam. Can you tell me your name?"
"Lin…Lindsey Willows."
"Hi Lindsey. You're going to be alright. Do you remember what happened?" the paramedic asked as she checked the girl's pulse.
"We were in a bus…" Suddenly it all came back to the blonde and again she tried to sit up. "Megan. Where is she?"
"Calm down, Lindsey," the paramedic said. "You need to stay still. You've got a head injury."
The young Willows' woman reached up to feel her head. When she touched her left brow she yelled out in pain. Though it wasn't her head that hurt…
"And you've broken a few fingers of you left hand," Sam smiled ruefully.
"Where's Megan?" Lindsey asked again. The last thing she remembered about the brunette was that she didn't respond when she'd called for her. "She was with me on the bus…Megan Sidle. Have you seen her?"
The blonde was on the verge of going into shock and the paramedic had to put in a lot of effort to get her to stay on the gurney. "Calm down," Sam said again. "Tell me what she looks like."
"Brown, curly hair," Lindsey started. "Blue eyes. About my height and my age. She sat beside me on the bus," she said, her voice wavering.
"I'm sorry," the paramedic replied, shaking her head. "I haven't seen her." She reached up for some gauze so that she could clean up the wound on Lindsey's forehead.
"Please," the girl started as she grabbed the woman's arm. "I need to know. She…we…" She started to sob uncontrollably before she could finish the words she'd wanted to say.
"Once we're at the hospital I'll see if I can find out more for you," the woman replied while she fastened the brace around Lindsey's neck. It was only then that Lindsey fully realized she was in the back of a moving ambulance, on her way to the hospital.
After five minutes they arrived at the hospital and Lindsey was brought to the ER. Sam told the doctor all information she had on Lindsey's vitals and injuries as the man started to check her. Then the paramedic turned to Lindsey and bent down so that Lindsey could see her.
"I'll go see if I can find out where Megan is."
"Thank you," Lindsey replied softly, tears still rolling silently across her cheeks.
"I'll be back in a few. Hang in there," the paramedic said as she placed her hand on the girl's shoulder before leaving the room.
Then the doctor spoke up, "Hi, Miss Willows. I'm doctor Fredricks. I need you to listen to me, alright?"
"Yes," the blonde whispered.
"Good. I need to check your neck so you'll have to keep your head still," the man said as he started to open the neck-brace. "Don't move."
"Al…alright," Lindsey stuttered.
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Thirty minutes later Lindsey was in a bed in another room. She'd suffered minor injuries, the cut in her forehead had been superficial despite the amount of bloodloss. Her hand, indeed, had been fractured –two of her metacarpals as well as her middle and ring finger were broken and now her left hand was in a plaster cast.
She had to stay for a few hours for observation, then –if everything was alright- she would be released.
In the same room she was in were three other persons, all of them had been passengers on the bus and all had suffered minor injuries.
However, Lindsey still hadn't seen Megan, and was worried about her. Sam hadn't been back to see her either. She closer her eyes, taking a deep breath as she felt a new wave of tears well up in her eyes.
"Hey." Suddenly Sam's voice filled her ears. Lindsey opened her eyes again and found the paramedic sitting in the chair next to her bed.
"How are you?" Sam started.
Lindsey merely looked at the woman, noticing in her eyes that something was wrong. "Please," she started, her voice no more than a whisper. "Just tell me where she is."
Sam raked a hand through her short, blonde hair. This was one thing of her field of work she'd never get used to. "She's in surgery right now," Sam started. "She's suffered internal injuries. I'm sorry, Lindsey," she continued as she took the girl's hand, "but things aren't looking too well."
Lindsey gasped, salty drops falling like waterfalls, staining her cheeks again. Oh God no. I can't lose you. Not when I just found you. The silent tears turned into loud sobs. "Can…can I see…see her?"
Sam shook her head. "Once she gets out of surgery she'd be placed at the ICU."
"Please," Lindsey begged. "I need her…I mean…I need to see her," she quickly said, avoiding the paramedic's eyes.
"It's okay," Sam smiled as she stroked the girl's upper arm. Suddenly the paramedic's pager went. She checked the display then said, "I need to make a phone call. Then I'll ask if there's more info on your girlfriend."
Lindsey was surprised by the paramedic's words, but soon realized how right the words had been.
My girlfriend.
"Thanks," she muttered to the woman's retreating back.
"No problem," Sam replied, winking at the girl before she vanished into the hallway.
